The combination of a kitten at risk of getting entangled in her hair (eternally in inexplicably perfect waves because maybe she is actually sorcerer, who knows) and Adelaide's comment makes her look up from her hands, although they stay held in place, fingers a shell that curl towards her palm rather than forming a little barricade.

"I probably shouldn't want to ask." And yet. Sheepishly, in the hopes of regaining the shreds of her tattered dignity, Red clears her throat. "And speak of probablies, I should maybe let you get back to work and stop being a bad influence, huh?"